Next to his curiosity must be ranked his sympathy, a sympathy all the more contagious because so quietly expressed, and never purporting to be based on intellectual accord. He handles mankind tenderly though firmly. His interest in them is not merely scientific--his methods are scientific, but his heart is human. Read his three papers on Cowper over again, and you will agree with me. How thoroughly he appreciates the charm of Cowper"s happy hours--his pleasant humour--his scholar-like fancies--his witty verse! No clumsy jesting about old women and b.a.l.l.s of worsted. It is the mixture of insight with sympathy that is so peculiarly delightful.
Sainte-Beuve"s feeling is displayed doubtless in many ways, but to me it is always most apparent when he is upholding modesty and grace and wisdom against their loud-mouthed opposites. When he is doing this, his words seem to quiver with emotion--the critic almost becomes the preacher. I gladly take an example from one of the volumes already referred to. It occurs at the close of a paper on Camille Desmoulins, of whom Sainte-Beuve does his best to speak kindly, but the reaction comes--powerful, overwhelming, sweeping all before it:
"What a longing we feel after reading these pages, encrusted with mire and blood--pages which are the living image of the disorder in the souls and morals of those times! What a need we experience of taking up some wise book, where common-sense predominates, and in which the good language is but the reflection of a delicate and honest soul, reared in habits of honour and virtue! We exclaim: Oh! for the style of honest men--of men who have revered everything worthy of respect; whose innate feelings have ever been governed by the principles of good taste! Oh!
for the polished, pure, and moderate writers! Oh! for Nicole"s Essays, for D"Aguesseau writing the Life of his Father. Oh! Vauvenargues! Oh!
Pellisson!"
I have quoted from one volume; let me now quote from the other. I will take a pa.s.sage from the paper on Madame de Souza:--
"In stirring times, in moments of incoherent and confused imagination like the present, it is natural to make for the most important point, to busy one"s self with the general working, and everywhere, even in literature, to strike boldly, aim high, and shout through trumpets and speaking-tubes. The modest graces will perhaps come back after a while, and come with an expression appropriate to their new surroundings. I would fain believe it; but while hoping for the best, I feel sure that it will not be to-morrow that their sentiments and their speech will once more prevail."
But I must conclude with a sentence from Sainte-Beuve"s own pen. Of Joubert he says: "Il a une maniere qui fait qu"il ne dit rien, absolument rien comme un autre. Cela est sensible dans les lettres qu"il ecrit, et ne laisse pas de fatiguer a la longue." Of such a judgment, one can only scribble in the margin, "How true!" Sainte-Beuve was always willing to write like another man. Joubert was not. And yet, strange paradox! there will be always more men able to write in the strained style of Joubert than in the natural style of Sainte-Beuve. It is easier to be odd, intense, over-wise, enigmatic, than to be sensible, simple, and to see the plain truth about things.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] _Last Essays of Elia_, 52.
[2] Since abandoned, _Laus Deo!_
[3] Richardson in a letter says this of her, "the weak, the insipid, the runaway, the inn-frequenting Sophia;" and calls her lover "her illegitimate Tom." But n.o.body else need say this of Sophia, and as for Tom he was declared to be a foundling from the first.
[4] Jocelyn, founder of the Roden peerage.
[5] By which t.i.tle he refers to Mrs. Cornwallis, a lively lady who used to get her right reverend lord, himself a capital hand at whist, into great trouble by persisting in giving routs on Sunday.
[6] See _Essays in Criticism_, p. 23.
[7] _Letters of Charles Lamb._ Newly arranged, with additions; and a New Portrait. Edited, with Introduction and Notes, by the Rev. Alfred Ainger, M.A., Canon of Bristol. 2 vols. London, 1888.
[8] Donaldson was a well-known man in Edinburgh. He was Boswell"s first publisher, and on one occasion gave that gentleman a dinner consisting mainly of pig. Johnson"s view of his larcenous proceedings is stated in the Life. Thurlow was his counsel in this litigation. Donaldson"s Hospital in Edinburgh represents the fortune made by this publisher.
[9] I was wrong, and this very volume is protected by law in the United States of America--but it still remains pleasingly uncertain whether the book-buying public across the water who were willing to buy _Obiter Dicta_ for twelve cents will give a dollar for _Res Judicata_.